Unfortunately, tonight I must say goodbye to one of my family pets. I actually said my goodbye yesterday while visiting my mom. Although I didn't know it would be a final farewell I said goodbye, kissed her and told her I loved her because I knew she was sick and didn't know if she would make it until I returned from Kansas- and now I know she won't. Holly has been a part of our family since her birth almost 15 years ago. My father and I helped with her delivery. Her mother (Chiquita) passed at the tender age of eight and her father (Buster) died last September right before Eliza was born. She is a wonderful dog with a great spirit. She loved to play more than any dog I have ever known. Unfortunately, she is very old and sick with a mass in her stomach. She has been unwell for quite a while and is suffering. My heart is breaking for her as it has each and every time I have had to say good bye to a family pet. She lived a very good life. My dad is the best pet owner I know and he loves her dearly. She will be terribly missed. I am hoping to post a picture of her tomorrow.